Nov 21, 2013
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"Um, have we met?"
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demortexadvitam started following you
"Um, have we met?"
@demortexadvitam
I swear, I will get to the starter. Things have just been a bit hectic. But now that class is done, I should get to it soon!
+3 were in your apartment
"Did you think I wouldn't realise you were snooping around my apartment?"
Reunion | Miles & Cynthia
Miles timed it right—finished his walk-through of the newer recruits early, but waited until Bass was locked into a debriefing with Jeremy and definitely occupied before he went looking for Cynthia. The placement was fortunate. Right in the Hall, not too far from Bass' quarters—their quarters. That was Bass, always keeping the family close.
Moving down the hall, Miles dismissed the guards hovering by the entrance to the private wing with a jerk of his head; they saluted and dipped out of sight like tin soldiers, stiff in the shoulders and knees. He listened to their fading footsteps until there was only silence again, coming to a slow stop of his own outside the door to what was—he supposed—now considered Cynthia's guestroom.
The idea that Cynthia—who'd been as good as dead and buried for the better part of two-decades—needed a guestroom at all was still sinking in some.
Along with some other things.
Rocking a shoulder back and absently tugging his uniform jacket straighter, Miles raised a hand and rapped on the doorframe, twice.
"Cynthia? You in there?"
demortexadvitam is curious about you
"No...no..." Licking over chapped lips, Jasper glanced over the powder blue mustang in front of him. The money that it took to buy this beauty was slowly draining and this call wasn't helping the matter. "J-...Jim. Yes, Jim...no..." Sighing heavily, he pushed the phone back into his pocket.
Running shaky hands through his hair, he backed away from the curb and turned towards the cafe he was starting to grow accustom to. His actions were quick as he stumbled away from the stranger that he nearly ran over. "I'm so sorry."
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What?